Istanbul; today she is tired, she gained some weight, she cried, and her mascara is flowing again. I can’t carry this burden anymore, my back hurts. This much noise is too much for an old Istanbul like me. I liked it when I was young, of course, it’s a colorful life, but now it’s officially torture.
After this crowded city, a lot of burdens were on me and I wish I could shake them off and destroy everything on me. But I can’t, I can’t kill all those lives. Actually, they are killing me, but being in Istanbul means protecting everyone. I’m tired of noise pollution already. Such an active life seems too much for a city as old as mine. As I said, if I get some vinegar and destroy everything on me, I will be so relieved. But what will all the people, animals, and plants do? While I expect the population to decrease gradually, on the contrary, the population is increasing rapidly. Every street is a different event, different chaos. For most people, every day of their life has become a routine. Every day is progressing in the same way and in accordance with a certain order. Actually, I am not much different from them. Traffic in the morning, traffic at noon, traffic in the evening, traffic on holidays, traffic on weekends… Since I am a tourist city, I am a very colorful city. I meet new people and cultures every day.
But on the other hand, I don’t like this colorful life. Everyone has a different situation and a different problem. When I’m bored, I overhear some people. And I help out whenever I can. For example; Think of an old uncle and there is an orange tree, but it never bears fruit. In this case, I say it is my duty to help him, and I provide the necessary vitamin, water, and briefly the necessary conditions for the tree to grow oranges on the orange tree.
Being Istanbul means thinking about everything, good and bad. I may be tired of carrying this burden for centuries, but when I think about it, I love or love being Istanbul. They need me and I need them to maintain this beautiful life.